by Mac Macdonald | Jan 13, 2009 | Stories
This is a true story. A Lance Corporal (LCpl), who we will call Gus, was told to report to his Staff Sergeant (SSgt) who we shall call Stan. Now Gus was not the brightest tool in the box and was renowned for his rather shadowy ways and was known for telling tales...
by Sally Patricia Gardner | Nov 18, 2008 | Stories
( An abridged and adapted excerpt from my second Novel ) In 1914, having just completed her nursing probation at the Royal Free Hospital in London, Kitty waves her brother, Harry, and her lover, Lawrence, off to war. A few days later she begins work at the Royal...
by Roland Gardner | Nov 16, 2008 | Stories
There is a quiet corner, well away from the main path through the cemetery, in the graveyard of All Saints Church in Orpington. There are about fifty graves in that particular section, and the headstones reveal that the earliest occupant was interred in 1932, and the...
by Roland Gardner | Nov 11, 2008 | Stories
In pride of place on the sideboard was a photo of a young man, in RAF uniform, proudly displaying his newly won ‘Wings.’ I asked who this was, and the silence that followed was sufficiently awkward for me to know, even at my tender age, that I should drop the subject....
by Mark Rand | Nov 10, 2008 | Stories
The tapping stopped, leaving an eerie silence. It had been banging at first but had grown weaker, very quickly. The automatic emergency lamps cast a pallid glow over the pinched, shocked faces of the shivering men scattered about the cramped compartment. Ian Gardener,...
by Roland Gardner | Oct 29, 2008 | Stories
I am waiting in the hall for my mother to get her hat and coat on. The Daily Mirror is on the hallstand. In those days it was compulsory to take the Mirror – I pick it up. The date is 29th March, 1943. I smile to myself. It’s my birthday – sort of. I’m 14 months old...
